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from your
employees so that you can fire any one of them without remorse if necessary.
    I guess it helped him sleep better at
night.
    I almost smile at my assistant Deborah,
when I first spot her. She’s practically family after having worked for my dad
for eighteen years. I may be a heartless bastard at the negotiations table, but
I’m a bastard who never forgets to get Deborah a birthday present.
    And, because she knows that appearances
are everything here on the executive floor at JLS, she never tells a soul.
    “Morning, Mr. Sheridan,” she greets me.
“Your brother Logan is waiting for you inside your office.”
    Shit. “Did we have a meeting?”
    “No. But he said he had something
important to discuss with you. I let him sit in your office, as you told me to,”
she adds. Logan just recently started working with me at JLS helping take some
of the load off my desk and allowing me more time to be a dad. I like the idea
of him making himself comfortable in my office, half because I fantasize about
him wanting to take the reins of this company himself.
    It’ll never happen, though. Logan
separated from the Navy just over a year ago and still has too much of his SEAL
heritage coursing through his veins to ever accept the idea of being locked
behind a desk ten or twelve hours a day.
    I take the coffee she hands me. It’s like
mother’s milk to me. “Thanks, Deborah.”
    She nudges open my office door for me,
and I step in to Logan’s grinning face. The guy looks way too happy to be
working at JLS, in my opinion. And that’s 100% due to the woman in his life.
    “About time you showed up, bro.”
    I shoot him a look as I hear the door
click shut behind me. “So, fire me. Please .”
    “Not bloody likely.”
    “We didn’t have a meeting.”
    “Nope. But I needed your input on
something.”
    My stomach roils, and it has nothing to
do with the fact that I haven’t had breakfast yet. “You talked to Anderson.”
    Logan raises his eyebrows questioningly. Obviously,
I guessed wrong.
    “Anderson?” he asks.
    “Oh. Guess not.” I sit at my desk, the
same desk my father sat at in the not-too-distant past. “Good. I’d be pissed if
he did the runaround and came to you about it.”
    “About what?”
    “He’s been up my ass about the
possibility of going public.”
    “Seriously? He wants JLS to be offered up
in an IPO?”
    “Yes. It’s my fault, really. I had him
contact some financial institutions back when I first got full custody of
Hannah. I was desperate, you know? Thought it might be the only way to take
some of the work off my hands.”
    “So I take it there was interest?”
    “Plenty. But now with you working here
and taking over a few things, I’m reluctant to pursue it. It would kill Dad,
Logan.”
    “You have to live your own life, Ryan.”
    My lips cinch tightly together. I wish he
had told me that over a decade ago, back when he broke free from the family
business to attend the U.S. Naval Academy, while I was stuck picking up the
pieces.
    He leans back in his chair. “If you want
to do it, I won’t stand in your way. You know Dylan won’t either. You’d walk
away with enough cash to carry the next eight generations of your bloodline.”
    “We all would.” I shrug. I’m rich
already. I have no need to get richer. “I can’t do that to Dad. Besides, what
if Hannah wants to carry on the company name one day? I’d never pressure her into
it like Dad did to us, but she might actually want it. Or your kids. Or
Dylan’s.”
    Logan scoffs. “Dylan’s not going to have
kids. Nothing will ever nail that guy down. And I need to get married first.” Reaching
into his pocket, he pulls out a small velvet box. “First step is taken care
of.” He plunks it down, still firmly closed, on my desk.
    “Oh, shit. That’s what you wanted
to talk to me about this morning?” I take the box and open it to see a rock that
could choke a mule staring at me. I plop it back on my desk.
    Logan’s only